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“ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴍ ɪ ʏᴏᴜʀs?”
~Prophecy~ ||| Kaeden ||| Female
When the time comes to sleep,
When day birds go to rest,
Only my love is on my mind.
He invades my dreams, no, I welcome him in.
His words occupy my thoughts at night,
When I go to rest he is still there.
He welcomes me into my dreams.
My love takes me to places I could only dream about going to,
He takes me to Paris, France.
He brings me to Berlin, Germany.
We go on so many adventures together in my dreams.
We do so many things.
We laugh, we giggle, we have fun and dance our hearts out.
But we get into fights in my nightmares.
We yell, scream, growl at each other.
Its awful.
He shouts at me.
I shout back.
Thankfully those don’t come often.
But somehow, I feel as if I have too much control.
I seem to have power over my dreams.
When I think of something I want to happen...
It almost always happens.
When I thought to myself “just kiss me already,” he did.
When I said I hope it rains, it did.
I have begun to notice when I am in my dreams.
They are too dreamlike.
So I make the most of that time of fantasy.
Because during that long gaze, that movie moment kiss;
Because during that time we are on the couch, dying of laughter together;
Because during that adventure I realize.
In the middle of that laugh; In the middle of that “I love you,”
It hits... and I realize I am dreaming.
And then I have to make the most of it.
Because I know that joy won’t last long.
x x x x x
“ʎon ɐɹǝ ɯʎ ɹǝɟlǝɔʇıon, bnʇ ɐɯ ı ʎonɹs?”
~Prophecy~ ||| Kaeden ||| Female
When the time comes to sleep,
When day birds go to rest,
Only my love is on my mind.
He invades my dreams, no, I welcome him in.
His words occupy my thoughts at night,
When I go to rest he is still there.
He welcomes me into my dreams.
My love takes me to places I could only dream about going to,
He takes me to Paris, France.
He brings me to Berlin, Germany.
We go on so many adventures together in my dreams.
We do so many things.
We laugh, we giggle, we have fun and dance our hearts out.
But we get into fights in my nightmares.
We yell, scream, growl at each other.
Its awful.
He shouts at me.
I shout back.
Thankfully those don’t come often.
But somehow, I feel as if I have too much control.
I seem to have power over my dreams.
When I think of something I want to happen...
It almost always happens.
When I thought to myself “just kiss me already,” he did.
When I said I hope it rains, it did.
I have begun to notice when I am in my dreams.
They are too dreamlike.
So I make the most of that time of fantasy.
Because during that long gaze, that movie moment kiss;
Because during that time we are on the couch, dying of laughter together;
Because during that adventure I realize.
In the middle of that laugh; In the middle of that “I love you,”
It hits... and I realize I am dreaming.
And then I have to make the most of it.
Because I know that joy won’t last long.
x x x x x
“ʎon ɐɹǝ ɯʎ ɹǝɟlǝɔʇıon, bnʇ ɐɯ ı ʎonɹs?”
hope it is fine like that.
